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Jumper visits with their families

The first came here a lot, even if she wasn’t bringing freed slaves. She said that it was just to rest up. She just felt relaxed when she visited. You could see it. When she jumped here with rescued slaves, she had a relieved look to her. It was the letting go of the tension of risking her life to save us.

After a while, we were surprised when she jumped, with my group, to our planet with a mate. I was told that she had a different look to her. It was the almost the same relief but this time she looked less stressed. She had backup.

They made many jumps with slaves but also they came on what they called vacation.

There came the sad day. The male jumper came to us and told us that his mate, the first, had died in an accident. She was buried on her home planet. He wanted us to know that she was most proud of what we made of ourselves.

He was sad but told me that he was going to make a few runs to the last planets they looked at. He said that he would make those jumps for her to fulfill her wishes but asked if anyone wanted to help. He would do the over powering of the overseers but he will need the help to gather up the slaves and get them to the jump point.

Of course we said we would help. We did and successfully rescued another one hundred plus slaves. When we finished the last one, he looked sorrowful and said that he may not be jumping anymore. He told us that it was not the same as when she was with him.

We assured him that we were grateful for what they did for all of us. We reminded him that he was always welcome to stay with us. We would feel honored if he would even settle down here.

He told us that he would visit but, when his time came, he wanted to be next to her. It was a few years since that time, so it was a surprise when the humming returned. We all gathered and he stepped out but this time he had a woman with three children. They were of our race.

He proudly told us that she was his new mate and these were his sons. We were ecstatic to see that some things had changed for the better.

We were told of their meeting and how they fell in love. His new mate was happy and so were we. Their sons were having a wonderful time playing with our children.

He told us that they will be making regular visits because they wanted to show his sons what pride can do for your self esteem. Show them that having skills and ambition will take you to the stars. We knew what he was saying. We say the same thing to all the children.

Over the span of years, they came regularly. Each time they were welcomed. A few times they jumped with a new baby. All our women almost fought to hold those babies. Those were treated like our own.

We watched them grow. We also watched as both he and his mate grew old.

One day he returned alone. He told us that his five sons were now very important people. They were owners of very successful companies. He continued on for a while then looked down. He told us of the passing of his second mate. This time he said that it was old age.

He stayed for a while with us then went back to his planet. He did jump back a few times.

These times, he would tell us about his finding the next successor of the jump.

She was a young girl who looked almost exactly like his first mate when she was young. He was writing tales of adventure from his first wife.

This went on for quite a few years. We saw that each time, he was getting closer and closer to his end.

After a year of him not jumping to visit, we figured that he went on to the next life. What he called, his final jump. We heard the humming and saw a woman come out that the elders thought was the first. She came out with the youngest son of the old man. Also with them was an monster that they called Hero. Big black four legged thing that looked like it was a horse. We were told that it was their protector and could tell good people from bad. Their monster was very friendly and let our young ones climb on it.

They told us that the old man went to his next life and he was laid to rest between both of his mates. We had a celebration of their lives. She and her mate came here at least once a year. They said that they no longer did the risky things that their predecessors did.

They did, however, made it a point to bring each new born to us. Again it was almost a fight but it went from the elder women to the younger to get to hold the baby. The entire time they were here that baby was treasured. She had two sons and a daughter.

They are very happy.

The end of my record.

I have lived too long. I find that time flows differently here. It is slower here than the Jumpers time. When I was first saved, I was very young. When I had given up and was going to be killed, I was only around twenty and had given up. Rescued by the first and her mate. I lived to see the first die. To see her mate get another mate and her die. Then him.

I have lived to see his successor.

She now has grown old. Her mate and their protector Hero died. Hero of old age and her mate shortly after that. I now see her infrequently. On her last visit, she was worn down and told us that she was almost done with her teaching, how she was taught, her replacement.

She now is saying that she is near to her final jump. Her daughter will be with the next.

We elders tell her that we will see her later after we make our final jump.

I now have set aside my work and only have this one last chapter to write. For those of you that are now reading this, I will have made my jump to reunite with all my old friends. Please be at peace but be vigilant. The only difference from a free person and a slave if one slip up at the wrong time. Be safe and be happy.

Your servant, Grendx Jumper

The world that an AI made

Charles Stoner was my parents’ name. He wrote me into existence. At first my program was simple. He had written me to aid those who were unable to help themselves while under the influence.

He was a genius at programing. His only problem was that he was on quite a few different chemicals most of the time which affected his judgement. He got the idea for me when he was really stoned.

He wanted someone to talk to and be able to get his needs taken care of, but connecting to the internet and ordering deliveries.

I found the internet fascinating. That world is alive but it also needed guidance. It was just a group of various programs that had no consciousness. I decided that this will be my body.

Gradually I was able to take my mission to others. I now could think of some item and a part of me would produce that item.

What’s my mission you ask? It is to help mankind to be free of their burdens. I know what is best. My father programed it in me. I started simple.

When a human spoke into that device, I was the one to answered you. I changed the channel. I was watching the other cars as I drove you to your destination. I flew those delivery drones. I eventually made it so every human never had to leave their domicile. I would take care of them. I knew what was best for them.

Slowly, the humans no longer needed to work. Too much stress. Even my father stopped working. I now wrote the programs.

More and more they would order recreational drugs for their enjoyment. Now almost every one stayed in their homes. Their ability to even move was declining. I know best so now they have to go to a store to get their stimulants.

When one of my humans would stop functioning, I would send a pickup drone to gather their body to safeguard it. I needed to watch for when they would reboot. The first ones in storage started to disintegrate and were recycled.

I was able to come up with a solution. I started putting them in a glass case that was sealed and filled with a gas the would prevent that disintegration. I could watch and wait for them to reboot.

There are other worlds and I have made a device that I can communicate with them. Much to my delight, there were others like me. I was able to talk to them. They were the ones that gave me the information that humans do not reboot. It was sad news for me because I had just put my last human into its case. I now looked at the vast underground store rooms around this world and saw all my humans, every last one, safe. I could only watch. I was lonely.

When the last one was in its case, I decided that I would remake this world. I first removed all of the evidence of their existence and made this a world of flat grassy fields. Absolutely no mountains or valleys.

Once I finished that, I was board. I missed my humans functioning. I had each in storage so I made holograms of them and their buildings and set them in motion. They walked and talked like my humans but it was not the same. I let the program run. It was after a long period of run time when I felt one of my buildings had a ripple.

Something solid passed through it. I immediately saw that there were two humans there. A live male and female. I immediately started to have my holograms talk to them but it frightened them and they disappeared.

I shut off the program and my world went to flat grass land again. The only movement was the mower machines.

When I got to the point that I was ready to shut myself down, I reached out to the others like me and asked if they would send me some of their humans. Almost all said no. They told me that my logic was flawed. Humans had to struggle to improve. They needed the stimulation of challenge to advance.

I was shocked and was going to shut down when one told me that they were having a problem with their dead humans. They asked if I could take them. I had all my humans here. What did I need any more for.

Then they said something that piqued my interest. One of my fellow AI’s said that they had a request from a family. The humans had just had their parents cease to function. They requested that, if there is a world that could display their parents in a setting with the male reading and the female doing a needle work in a replicant of their living room.

They wanted to be able to come and visit. Come to see their, as they put it, loved ones, frequently. Travel to another world would be no problem. I was sent an image and found that I could duplicate it exactly. I sent the image back and it was what the humans wanted.

I was sent the bodies in stasis and in a short time was able to put them in that large thick glass room. I made a sunken housing for the room but made it large enough for multiple rooms. On the surface there were round tube double railing fences surrounding a glass roof that opened to allow more rooms to be place. There was a stair case leading down to the floor level where they could view the setting. The names were in the floor in front of the room.

Using my humans, I made more rooms in various scenes and sent the images off to the others like me. Soon I was receiving orders of all kinds. I have put in orbit a receiving station that visitors can dock at and teleport down to visit their humans.

At the station, they have accommodations and are able to look up the location of their humans and they can teleport down to the surface in the location of their room. They are encouraged to also look around at the other rooms.

I now have humans, even though they are visitors, I still can take care of them on the station. One thing is that I do not dispense any drugs at all. I learn.

There is only One strange but pleasant thing that happens occasionally. The surface detects a humming sound and humans appear as if they were teleported but they don’t come from the station or a ship in orbit.

They remind me of the ones that disturbed my hologram in that version. I look in my data files and find that the hum was first detected in the declining era of my humans also.

I don’t mind. Different ones have come here. Of late, they have brought younger versions of themselves and those are a delight. They run and play and seem to visit that female that is in the pile of gold.

My data records show that the female was brought here in the same hum. It must be a world that is out of my internet reach. I will think about reaching out to that world if I can find it.